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Poetry Schooldays

Invisible

#Invisible #life

It’s not easy being invisible….

at first i thought it would be fun

playing tricks in the playground

on each and everyone

Hiding away from the teachers gaze

while creating work that would amaze

drawing cartoons on the board in chalk

and puzzling teachers as out of class i’d walk

Occasionally the dinner staff would see me there

and fellow classmates would wonder where

i’d appeared like a rabbit – out of a hat

i said i was in the labs – and that was that

But the one girl who really caught my eye

smiled at me as i was eating my pie –

for she could see my visage coming down the stairs

and blew me a kiss – as i wasn’t aware.

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Acrostic Food Poetry

Dinner

Salford , 23rd April 2020

#fowc #dinner

Dining, in all of its forms

is an art form that’s

not to be missed, now you can enjoy a salad or

notibly, the roast beef, veg and yorkshire pudding but

everyone secretly has a favourite take away –

roaming over there at weekends for a supper of fish and chips

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Beach Poetry Seaside Seasons

Sunset

Salford, 31st March 2020

A poem on the sun going down by inky – its been published by Forward Poetry, appeared on Luna’s blog at Lunatheblog.com and now its back home – enjoy the read………

The pebbles on the shore
were picked up and stacked
for skimming on the sea

Stacked with care
Precariously balanced
The wind made them wobble

The sun watched as
it created shadowy silhouettes
around the sandy shore

Till the tide began to turn
and the stack on the shore
alerted the little ones

The pebbles on the shore
told the children playing on the sand
it was time to go for dinner

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Poetry Sweets

Indulge

#fowc #indulge

Fudge!

The stall it caught you unawares

and for a while all you did was stare

at the sweet and flavourful things on display

you bought a bag, and made your way

your favourite things held in a bag

like some sweet toothed burglars swag

coconut, cherry, vanilla and cream

all sat in a bag – your sweet tooth’s dream

but now you find its gone half past six

and you find yourself in an almighty fix

for the sweet stuff can wait – to a degree

as dad has made sausages for tea

so you wait for a while – and enjoy your tea

whilst the cubes of sweetness wait with glee

till your taste buds start to jump and stomp

and on pieces of fudge – you do chomp

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Poetry

Aflame

#inotherwords #aflame

A heart of fire
Image: Gloria Williams from Pixabay

That wasn’t dinner that’s burning away

Truth is you had me at – “Hello”

Tomorrow they say is another day, so

Tonight we’ll dance to the light of the moon and let

Tomorrow’s arrival take its time

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Beach Holidays

A walk across the sands

#Holiday #Memories

An Impromptu decision

walking across the sands

on the way to dinner

Part of the sands

deep, fast running

and trapped tween the grooves

Another , lapped by the sea

deserted, but for footprints

left by the shoes

Trailing, then disappearing

the route almost visible

on the way to a fish salad

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Poetry

Hive of activity

Salford, 1st January 2019

#newyear

Since the bells chimed at twelve

Dads been keeping a closely guarded secret

It’s been cooking slowly in the oven

While side dishes bubble away on the hob

Table set, in all its finery

Just waiting for the star attraction

To make its grand appearance

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Christmas Food Poetry

Simple supper

Salford, 29th December 2018

Some would say it’s grand, but

If you looked at it from recent fare … its

Meagre, though oh so satisfying

Plain bit of steak…grilled and cut into three and

Lovingly coupled with some Tomatoes

Eggs and fried onion

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Acrostic Christmas Food Poetry

Christmas pudding

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Sat on the serving tray

Each little bit of you oozes festive smells,

Allspice, cinnamon and nutmeg

Salsa away with seasonal fruits, mingling

Over a drop of festive tipple

Note how the alcohol burns away in a wonderful display

And leaves a fruity taste to accompany the

Lovely sultanas, currants, candied peel and cherries

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Character Christmas Poetry

Ode to a ham

Newbold Verdon, 25th december

The Ham, Mentioned in the verse.

While the children played their games

Under the gaze of the decorated Christmas tree

You sat bathing in a sugary herbal bath

Turning like cleopatra

As you cooked away in the oranges, spices and cloves

Sending sumptuous smells through the house

Till it was time for you to join the vegetables

To the sound of the chef in the kitchen

“Luncheon is served”